Gigi . 🚮

[geniva19]

having a hole in my heart, is one of the saddest things to have but knowing that the reason why you have a hole in your heart is because of you is even worst.

me

[unfindme]

My life is a mess but then there’s you; you are everything my life is not and all I can do is smile

12/31 (6:04 am)

[geniva19]

if it doesn't hurt to be without her, than you don't love her, you never did.

me

[real-demons]

[caramelcoatedxxxtacy]

Don’t.Don’t burn the pictures.Don’t rip the handwritten love letters up.Don’t destroy the memories that made you the happiest; because time heals but also brings regret.Because you can’t go back & you’ll never have another 1st love. Years will pass & you won’t remember the color of his eyes in detail quite like you did. And it’s going to break you down because you’ll find yourself in bed at 2:10 in the morning trying to remember the way his lips curved when he smiled but it’s been too long & all the pictures you have with him are gone.. And you’ll start to think that maybe you shouldn’t have been so fucking impulsive.Put everything in a box & only open it after you’ve moved on & want to revisit a time that was filled with genuine love & innocence. Because despite what you’ve been told, you can let go without forgetting.It’s okay to trace the poems he wrote you in cursive with your fingertips, remembering what it was like the first time you laid eyes on him.It’s okay to smile at the pictures of you two kissing; after all, his lips were the ones to show you how it was done-it’s okay if your eyes well up because you can still feel him holding your shaking hands. It’s okay if you laugh at the promise of forever that two kids made because even though it was too big of a promise at that age, it was admirable.It’s okay to close that box & put it back under your bed or in the back of your closet to collect dust for another 6 months while you live & fall in love again & again.You will always remember him, with or without the pictures but having them makes it alot easier when you’re no longer a kid & you’ve loved a handful of men after him & the color of their eyes are mixing in with his & all you want is to be sure. When all you want is to remember a time where love was him walking you home from school kissing you on the cheek. When love didn’t mean doing drugs or getting undressed.

I wish I could remember the exact color of his eyes & what it felt like to be pure again. (via caramelcoatedxxxtacy)

Looooove

(via waakeme-up)

[sadlypoeticx]

I am nothing special, and I realize it every day.

sadlypoeticx (via sadlypoeticx)

[cosmicwizdom]

Never get too attached to anyone unless they also feel the same towards you, because one sided expectations can mentally destroy you.

- unknown (via quotelounge)

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[peoplearepoison-8]

It will happen…now or later… … & then I’m worthless.

[faulths-deactivated20220418]

If it hurts to be without her, you better fucking keep her

(via faulths)

wish some1 could feel the same about me ☹

[you-lost-her-idiot]

And I did it all by myself. No one stood there next to me. No one fucking knew how hard it was to get up in the morning. How hard it was to face all those things that destroyed my soul. But I’ve learned not to depend on anyone, and because of that, I’ve became strong. I’m proud of myself because there’s not so many people that can get through hard times all by themselves. No one knew how many times I’ve wanted to end all of it, to just die. No one. Absolutely no one…

http://you-lost-her-idiot.tumblr.com (via you-lost-her-idiot)

[safeguards]

In a relationship, you need somebody who’s going to call you out, not somebody who’s going to let everything slide. You need somebody who doesn’t want to live without you, but can. Not somebody that is dependent, but somebody who is stronger with you. A relationship is two people, not one

one of my favorite quotes about relationships (via safeguards)

[moan-s]

[notoriouslye]

To whoever loves her next: Make sure she knows that her smile reminds you of the sun and that her eyes are constellations in the night sky. Find other words to call her besides ‘beautiful’. Be fascinated by the things she talks about because absolutely nothing compares to the way she loses herself in her thoughts. She thinks she talks too much. Reassure her you love every word. When she speaks about something she loves, you’ll see the excitement in her eyes. Pray that one day she’ll talk about you the same way. React fully. If she says something funny, laugh loudly. When she shows you a song, pay attention to the lyrics because they probably mean the world to her. Have mini dance parties with her, sing with her, don’t be afraid to embarrass yourself in front of her, because it’ll just make her fall for you harder. Compliment her outfit —especially her shoes — because she probably changed ten times before seeing you. When you cross the street together, grab her hand and run with her. You’ll learn why soon enough. Be vulnerable with her. Open up to her. Be gentle with her. She only has the best intentions. Fight for her but don’t fight with her. When she gets sad for no reason, be there for her. Kiss her forehead often. Hold her tight when you sleep with her. Love her without an ounce of selfishness because my god, that girl deserves it. Give her your world and I promise she will only improve it. Write things for her. Draw things for her. Spoil her. Ask her about her family and her childhood. Ask her about her past. I promise those stories are worth listening to. Make conversation with her mother. It means more to her than you know. Show her books, music, and art that means a lot to you. Talk about the things you love with passion. When she’s had too much to drink, keep her safe. Keep her safe anyway. Protect her. Love her with everything you have. Love her better than I ever could.

(via notoriouslye)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Suicide is just a moment. This is how she described it to me. For just a moment, it doesn’t matter that you’ve got people who love you and the sun is shining and there’s a movie coming out this weekend that you’ve been dying to see. It hits you all of a sudden that nothing is ever going to be okay, ever, and you kind of dare yourself. You pick up a knife and press it gently to your skin, you look out a nineteenth-story window and you think, I could just do it. I could just do it. And most of the time, you look at the height and you get scared - You think about how sad it would’ve been if you never got to see that movie, and you look at your dog and wonder who would’ve taken care of her if you had gone. And you go back to normal. But you keep it there in your mind. Even if you never take yourself up on it, it gives you a kind of comfort to know that the day is yours to choose. You tuck it away in your brain like sour candy tucked in your cheek, and the puckering memory it leaves behind, the rough pleasure of running your tongue over its strange terrain, is exactly the same. The day was hers to choose, and perhaps in that treetop moment when she looked down and saw the yard, the world, her life, spread out below her, perhaps she chose to plunge toward it headlong. Perhaps she saw before her a lifetime of walking on the ruined earth and chose instead a single moment in the air.

[hplyrikz]

Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.

(via story-of-a-sad-teen)

[sorryimlucifer]

awesome :)

[devotedtothedemonsinside]

I just dont want to be alone anymore

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